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102 GARGOYLES LE JOUR DES MORTS. AT Paris upon Dead Man’s Day I danced into the cemetery. The air was cool ; the sun was gay 3 The scent of the revolving clay Made me most wondrous merry. Earth, after an agonising bout, Had swallowed up a widow clean. The issue hung for long in doubt :-— —Oh! anybody can make out The mystery I mean. The dead were dancing with the worms ; The live were laughing with their lemans ; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. All Paris keeping sacrament Of musi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 111
…y visible in it: for example, he who by nature or training or both was a tall man while he was alive, will remain as he was, after he is dead; and the fat man will remain fat; and so on; and the dead man who in life had a fancy to have flowing hair, will have flowing hair. And if he was marked with the whip and had the prints of the scourge, or of wounds in him when he was alive, you might see the same in the dead body; and if his limbs were broken or misshapen when he was alive, the same appearance would be visible in the dead. And in a word, …
1907 · PDF PAGE 106
…y your passion slake itself some- how, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now. THE EYES OF PHARAOH. DEAD Pharaoh’s eyes from out the tomb Burned like twin planets ruby-red. Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom Echo the agony of the dead. Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate : No breath went whispering, hushed or scared. Only that red incarnate hate Through pylon after pylon flared. As in the blood of murdered things The affrighted augur shaking skries Earthquake and ruinous fate of kings, Famine and despera…
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…e tryst ; So frightful the beam ; So fearing to float ; The steersman so dread, The shadowy shape of a ghost that guides the bark of the dead! Aged and foul, His locks wreathe about him. Horrid his scowl ! Haggard his soul ! My songs control While they fear him and doubt him. I step in the boat, And the waters ache, And the old boards shake. I shall hardly float, So heavy the soul Of a living man On those waters that roll Nine times around The fatal ground; Yet still to my singing we move on the river Tartarean. So darker and colder The stream …
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… obtain her of the in- fernal power." —7he Wisdom of the Ancients. ORPHEUS, FINDING EURYDICE Stir once, move once, rise once, Eurydice ! DEAD, STUNG BY A SERPENT, : Be good to me! LAMENTS OVER HER. ' Rise once.—O sleep not! Listen ! Is not all | Nature my thrall ? Come back, come back, come back, Eury- |“Once only: be not dead, Eurydice! dice! ! Be good to me! Come back to me! Y love you—be not dead !—rise up and say Lie not so quiet, draw some faint sharp_ ‘“T feigned, I lay breath ! - Thus so you kissed me ”—O Eurydice, It is not death : Be g…
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…UND) I. THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban 2 Sate round the dying man. They were so still, one would have said : If he were dying, they were dead! The first was aged ; ip his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : IIe had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. The fourth was open and bold: His silence girt him like fine gold. The fifth was ruddy and fair of face ; He held his tongue a space. The sixth was many-coloured, but He kept his lips well shut. The last was like a full great moon…
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…ECATE] O triple form of darkness! Sombre splen- dour! Thou moon unseen of men! Thou huntress dread ! Thou crownéd demon of the crownless dead! O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender ! Unseen of gentle spring, Let me the offering Bring to thy shrine’s sepulchral glittering ! I slay the swart beast ! I bestow the bloom Sown in the dusk, and gathered in the gloom Under the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East; And the black lamb from the black ewe’s dead womb I bring, and stir the slow infernal tune Fit for thy chosen priest.…
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…wind and the snows On us on whom the sun of air once shone. What souls are left alive Vainly lament and strive, For they. shall join the dead of utmost eld; The concourse mystical Who see the seasons fall Shall soon behold what all we have beheld :— The accursed stream, the intolerable veil Of night and death and hell, disastrous woof Of anguish overproof That fruitless wills assail Ever in vain: good fortune stands aloof And all kind gods : we, taking up the tale Of dead men past and done, Declare that ceaseless is the eternal war, And victory…
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…dwell, O slave, Where thy mother fashioned it, Oh heart of a fool, in thy breast. EACUS. Away, away to the skies! RHADAMANTHUS. That our dead may take their rest. MINOS. Arise to the air, arise ! cEACUS. Away to the mountain crest ! RHADAMANTHUS. Veil, veil from the awful eyes ! MINOS. Endure thy heart as it may, And steel thine heart, Thou shalt hear and know and obey As I say ‘‘ Depart” ; Lest the arrow find its way And the sternly-shapen dart. AL ACUS. A second our justice waits. RHADAMANTHUS. It falleth anon. MINOS. O fool of hopes and hate…
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LIBER SECUNDUS VEL AMORIS 159 All shattered, overblown. Come back to me! I cannot have you dead, and live: let death Strangle my breath Now as I kiss you still—Eurydice ! Come back to me! Eurydice, Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power! Cast the dead laurel inthe dust! The flower Of all the world is marred, the day’s desire Distorted in the eclipse, the sun’s dead hour. Let me fall down beside thee! Let me take The kisses that thou canst not give, and slake Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal …
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…ammed In my ears, and the noise Of infernal joys In the houses of sin :-— Let me pass to a direr place, to the terrors unspoken within ! Dead silence succeeds The sound of the prayer. Again the loud lyre Shudders and bleeds In the desolate air With a sound as of fire ! The hound recedes ; But the gates stand there, Barring desire, Barring the way Of the dead unburied, Unshrived, and unblessed ; They stand and pray In legions serried, Beating the breast, Tearing the hair, Rending the raiment. There is none. to care. No golden paymen Availeth at …
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…ancholy Antistrophe Matching the strophe’s agony ! Tides on a terrible sea ! CALLIOPE. Bear, bear the laureiled head Of him I loved, him dead, O Hebrus, ever downward on thy bosom iron-red ! RIVER HEBRUS. All Nature’s tunes are dull. The beautiful, The harmony of life is null. CALLIOPE. What unto us remains But in these broken strains To hymn with voices jarred the jarred world’s shriek of woe? O!0! RIVER FELEBRUS. This discord is an agony Shuddering harsh in me; My waters will empoison the fair fresh-water sea ! CALLIOPE. Nay ! all is ended no…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 27 (Nay, you are cold! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force Of armed insistence against my restraint. ‘What is worth while, though, to a woman found Fragrant and fearful to a host of men Even yet? they throng me, hunt me! should I Do this unutterable wickedness? Because that Moina Marjoribanks grins and boasts She will achieve him? Angela, not so! For its own sweet, most damnable sake, say yes | Why Look to those cheeks, redress the red-gold | hair, Awake the giant wit, the master sin That is, for a…
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… All the darkening world Round about ye furled— Dost thou know, or, knowing, dost thou care ? ant. B. ORPHEUS. Mother, I have lain, half dead, half slumber- ing, Curtained in Eurydice her hair ; Clothed in serpent kisses, souls outnumbering Dewdrops flung in spray through air. I have lain and watched the night diminish, Fade and fall into the arms of day, Caring not if earth itself should finish, Caring only if my lover stay ; Listening to her breathing, Laughing, lover-weaving All the silken gold and glory of her head, Kissing as if time Forgo…
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…air, That flings our songs reverberate from steep to steep, Songs caught in solar light, we are shed Even down beyond the valleys of the dead, And smiled upon in groves ruled by the holy head. Great Pan hath heard us, children of his wooing, Great Pan, that listens to the forest, suing Vainly His peace that dwells even in the desolate halls. The delicately-chiselled flowers nod, Look to the skies, and see thee for a God, O sightless lyre that wails, O viewless voice that calls! Thy sound is in our death and in her womb, Far in Spring’s milky br…
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… will not wait ! The ringing cries of the victors peal In, in at the captured gate! Then o’er the field the maniac passed And closed the dead men’s eyes. ‘* They are sleeping close with death at last !” The wanton warrior cries. But he who saw the dead man’s jaw Grind at the last was aware That the harlot’s kiss was Paradise That the soldier tasted there. And beyond the magnificent joy of death Shears through the sky, as a flame Ripping the air, the lightning breath Of the nation’s resonant fame. Hail! to the Hachiman! deed well done ! To the v…
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…uffet: let me call All deaths! they come not, seeing I am broken In this one horror where a man may fall. I am alive, and live not: I am dead, And die not: on my desolated head No dew may drop, no word of God be spoken, None heard, if by some chance some word be said. The wheels of Fate are over me; quite crushed Lies my pale body where her body blushed, Quite dead! there is no single sob that stirs, No pulse of blood of all that filled and flushed Her cheek and mine, her breast and mine: and lo! How sunset’s bloom is faded on the snow ! There …
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… the sea beneath! Are not its waters one with all my tears? Hath Atropos no comfort in her shears? No Muse for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were there no avatar Drawn like my love from some close kindred star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire, By swift magician power I might fly westward shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an aeon. Love…
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…husband—ah ! Go, my dear (wh/?sfers) how proud you look ! Come when you will! CARRUTHERS. Sir Percy Percivale, I stand here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself—and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! Sir PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there's one that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the insolent. ( Zverns to ANGELA. Dear wife ! I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw…
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… pagoda enchaunted, il. 121 By Wisdom framed from ancient days, ii. 97 CALL down that star whose tender eyes, i. 171 Can you believe the deadly will’s decree, i. 254 Chaldean fools, who prayed to stars and fires, lil, 19 Clear, deep, and blue, the sky, i. 49 Cloistral seclusion of the galleried pines, ili, 119 Clytie, beyond all praise, i. 120 Coiled in the hollow of the rock they kiss, iii. 122 Come back, come back, come back, Eurydice ! lil, 158 Come, child of wonder, i. 167 Come, love, and kiss my shoulders, i. 233 Come over the water, love,…